My Hero Academia: The Next Generation Book 2

Chapter 5: Amaya

Nosido Heraki's POV

"You've read about me?"

"Yeah, you were the kid that got kidnapped by the league. Aren't you?" I ran my hand through my hair and looked away, nodding slightly at the question.

"Y-Yeah... I don't like thinking about it that much though."

"Guess I can't blame you... By the look of those scars they did you in pretty good..." She was staring at the scar on my neck with a curious look. Probably exploring ideas in her head of what caused it.

"Um.. Well since you know my name, what's yours?"

"What?" She glanced up from my scar and looked me in the eyes, blinking a bit as she realized the question I asked. "The name's Amaya. Finally, I can put a face to the name Nosido."

"Right..." I put my hand out for a handshake, she gripped it with a decent amount of strength. "What class are you in? I haven't seen you in 1-A."

"I'm in 1-B, we're doing pretty well off for ourselves this year, if I do say so myself."

"That's good, I'm glad to hear that another class is doing so well."

"Yeah, from what I heard you guys are doing a lot better though. I guess that's kinda expected from the 1-A hero course though huh?" I nodded a bit.

"Yeah... It's pretty hard work though, we have to train pretty often to make sure we're up to snuff on our abilities." Amaya looked at me curiously, I don't know what it was. But something about Amaya felt... I don't know, off to me. Maybe I was just being paranoid... "Anyways... I'm gonna get going, I wanted to go for a walk around campus so I won't hold you up anymore than I have, you probably want to go relax in your dorm."

"Oh no, it's perfectly fine." I soon heard a small buzz from her pocket, she reached in and pulled her phone out. Rolling her eyes a bit as she slipped her phone back into her pocket and got on her bike again. "Welp, guess I'm not relaxing right now. I gotta go help a friend with some work. Maybe I'll see you around?"

"Yeah, hopefully. See ya Amaya." I waved at her slightly before turning to start walking off, stopping after a few steps to turn my head and watch her drive off to whatever her destination was.

Amaya's POV

The wind blew through my hair as I sped down the road out of the city, it was a dirt path that branched off of the main road long ago, leading into a thick forest latent with lush bushes and grass. I had traveled down this path a few times before, mostly for whatever work they wanted me to do... After a twenty minute drive down the dirt path, I crossed a hill to begin approaching a large brick manor that looked overgrown and abandoned... The League of Villains hideout. I never really liked coming here all too much, the place was pretty crappy compared to my warehouse. The only reason I'm really involved with them is because of Jinsei... I pulled up the driveway in front of the manor revving to a halt after doing a quarter donut into a parking position. I shut my dirt bike off and pulled the keys out, stuffing my hands into my coat pocket as I walked around the outside of the manor. I reached the halfway point on the right side, turning to face the brick wall as I pressed in on one of the bricks. Metallic gear sounds began to formulate as a 4x8 sized area of the wall began to sink in, then spread apart to reveal a secret entrance. The main entrance was collapsed so the league constructed this instead. I stepped through the door as it closed behind me, then walked through another set of dark mahogany wood doors to reveal the main hall of the manor.

"Alright Tomura... What do you need now..." I spoke to myself as I made my way up the stairs to the second floor, turning and walking down a hallway that lead to the meeting room. I looked around with a bit of unease, this place kinda bugged me. Why would you want to stay in a place as crappy as this? After a few moments, I came up on the doors to the meeting room. Rolling my shoulders slightly before pushing the doors open and stepping through. I was met with a large room, a long table in the centre with many chairs lined along it. At the head of the table sat Tomura in his signature black trenchcoat, covered with dismembered hands. And one hand that covered his face, I've never really asked if those hands were real or not. He was wearing black leather gloves, for some reason they weren't disintegrating. I never really noticed until now, but one of his hands was missing three fingers. His gloves were modified to accommodate that.